Twas the night before Christmas, and not until spring
Would a motor be running, not even a Wing.
The bikes are all sleeping, they're covered and warm,
Batteries are tended, nylon covers their form.

My bros were all nestled down snug in their beds,
While visions of new chrome danced in their heads.
And I in my do-rag, bike jacket and boots
was out shoveling snow, and dreaming of scoots.

Then from the horizon there came such a clatter,
My shovel I dropped, what could be the matter?
Away up the hill, I slogged through the snow,
Looked up at the sky; Where'd all that noise go?

Then a throb from the heavens, like straight pipes so hearty
Gave Summers' good thoughts, a loud bikers' party.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Hog Ultra Classic, Red trailer in rear!

With a little old rider, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than a V-Rod his Ultra came on,
And he whistled, and shouted, and sang out this song;

'Now, Springer! Now, Dyna! On Ultra and Softail!
Now Vulcan! Now Injun! On Vict'ry and Triumph!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now RIDE away! RIDE away! RIDE away all!

As small bikes that from the semis do fly, When
they meet with the air blast, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top that Ultra it flew,
With a trailer of goodies, and ole' St. Nick too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The rumble and thunder of pipes that gave proof.
I ran in the house, boots thumping around,
And in came St. Nick all bearded and round.

Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot,
His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot.
A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His shades -- how they twinkled! his do-rag how scary!
With chains intertwined, through skulls that were cherry!
His droll little mouth had done many a row,
So the beard of his chin was as white as the
snow.

He had a broad face and a large fat beer belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was tattooed and plump, a right jolly old rider,
So I offered a cold brew, thought what could be righter?

A wink of his eye as he downed that cold beer,
I knew I had nothing to fear.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to my ride,
And fixed it with Chrome, Horsepower and Pride.

And giving the peace sign with bikers' good cheer,
Strode off to his Ultra rumbling near.
He sprang on the saddle, his gloves on the bars,
A wheelie he threw; then off towards the stars.

I heard him exclaim, as my chest swelled with pride,
'MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE!'

I'm home again after a wonderful christmas eve with my parents and best buddy Jørn.
We've had good relaxed fun, a lot of perfectly made christmas food, gifts, chatting and having a great relaxed christmas eve.

Jørn has just left, we've had a really good talk about everything that we appreciate and like in life, it was really nice to talk with him again, as it's been a while since we saw each other the last time. Well, actually we went christmas shopping together last week, but we didn't really have time to talk a lot there, so it's nice having been able to do that tonight.

Top top it off, I was given a pile of good books too, so I've got a luxury problem now:
Which book to read first?
The weather is perfect christmas weather too, to top it off: Lots of snow, a clear icy-cold winter sky with lots of stars, and no wind, so it was really magnificent to walk home later this night and watch the stars and the snow, the gardens with the christmas lights on bushes and trees, and feeling relaxed and happy.
Now there's a night worth of memories to be kept, cherished and appreciated.

I sure wish all you guys a very merry christmas and happy holidays to you too; may your christmas be relaxed, fun, good, filled with good experiences and loving feelings worth remembering, and a lot of christmas mood and good food. *hugs the entire gang*